
"So you don't think I've ever been good to you, hmm?" William turned his chair towards Sarah. He held his hands together on his chest with narrowed eyes.
"I still remember this pain in my arm when your hand hit it." Sarah showed me her wrist. There were no marks on his arm, but the pain was on his heart. Highlight William's eyes that denounced his anger and hardship in front of Brenda at that time, still left in his memory.
"Where?" William grabbed Sarah's hand and watched her closely, "I didn't see anything. Your hands and fingers are still well in place." William pulls Sarah's hand until the girl's body is pulled toward William.
"It's healed, but the pain is still felt," said Sarah ketus. He tried to pull his hand, but William's grip on his wrist made his body closer towards the man.
"Still sick? Whereabouts? If I make you sick, let me try to heal." William rubbed Sarah's wrist. He did not care about the look on Sarah's face that was red because the distance of their heads was very close.
"It's healed." Sarah tried to pull her hand again.
"really? You said it still hurts?" William lifted his head. He looked down at Sarah's eyes looking down at him. The girl could only shake with a blushing face.
"Why are you quiet?" William stood still holding Sarah's hand.
"Let go, you hurt me." Sarah tried to pull her hand. His face bowed to look at his wrist that was still in William's grasp.
"Why are you nervous, Sarah? Isn't being close to a guy like this your forte?" William presses Sarah to the file cabinet.
"You're why!" Sarah tries to escape when her body is squeezed between the file cabinet and William's body.
"Don't you fall in love with me, Sarah?" William lifted Sarah's chin until the girl looked up and their eyes were intertwined.
"You're drunk, Wil!"
"Do I look drunk?" William drew his face closer to Sarah.
"Yes! You were drunk with lust, but you were too proud to show it to her and now you want to take it out on me?"
"Why do I want a woman who is nobody to me? What is your function as my wife?" William grinned.
"Don't be rude, Wil! Go meet your lover!" Sarah pushed William's chest in panic.
"Why should you be scared, Sarah? Isn't this something that's common for you? Maybe even you are more in control of the bed than your guests. Like that night, hmm you're so hot, Sarah!"
Sarah shuddered at William's eager-sounding voice.
"Yes, I serve a lot of different kinds of runny noses. Aren't you afraid of contracting a disease, Wil?" Sarah looked at William with a threatening look.
"We can use safety."
"Aaah, it's Wil. Enough jokes!" Sarah pushed even harder on William's chest, but the man's body didn't move at all.
William's gaze that was like stripping his body, for Sarah was like a form of sexual abuse. He felt humiliated, worthless and like merchandise.
"I don't work like that anymore. Can't I live better than before?" Sarah turned her face. Although she was not the woman that William described, she could feel the pain of the call women who were forced to do the dirty work.
"Good! you can't go back there, Sarah, because you're mine now. Only I can enjoy your body. Well, let's just say the living I gave you the pay. It's the same, isn't it?"
A small slap landed on William's cheek. Sarah was utterly fed up with all the condescending remarks and gazes from William.
"You slapped me, Sarah? Tell me where is my fault? You should be thankful that I lifted you out of that black valley! If not until this moment you are still rolling on the bed with various kinds of men who are disgusting!"
"okay! Thank you! Thank you for your help, Mr. William. Suppose I'm still rolling on the bed with all sorts of guys like you said earlier, at least they might treat me a lot better than you a kid who's still hiding in your parents' armpits but is arrogant and haughty!"
William's jaw churned with emotion. Somehow since Brenda's arrival in her room earlier, her emotions were easily triggered. Added earlier before entering the meeting room, Brenda again approached him and whispered in his ear.
'It turns out your chosen woman is no better than me. I know she used to live in an area where comfort women lived. Is he one of them? Hmm, it's worth your turn to him. Is the wobble that great? You don't want to compare it to my wobble, Wil? Hmm, you must be addicted.' Brenda blinked one eye sensually.
Brenda's words had her entire brain muddled during the meeting. Not that he was tempted by Brenda's offer, but imagining Sarah riding on top of another man's body and swaying the body of an assortment of men made him want to vomit out of a very intense rage.
So why was this woman angry when she brought up her old job? Where is the aggressive reaction that a call woman should show usually if there is a man who flirts and offers rewards?
"So you'd rather serve them than me, the man you married?!" William clutched Sarah's jaw.
'I don't want to serve you, Wil. If I were the woman you legally married, I would serve you. Our marriage is not legal, Wil! I'm sorry I kept lying to you.' Sarah screamed in her heart.
"Because you're rude!"
"I'm rude? Like this you mean?" William clenched Sarah's lips and brutally smeared her, "Or is this what you mean by rude?" William again scooped Sarah's lips and added a bite on the sidelines of his pagutan.
"Wil, sick!" Sarah cried as she managed to release her lips. His first kiss was taken violently, there was no beautiful impression at all.
"Or like this." William's voice was low. He gripped Sarah's lips gently and gently. Each kiss and lubrication seemed to treat the bite and the rough action earlier.
There was no rejection from Sarah. The girl was already lulled and enjoyed the treatment of William's lips and tongue in her mouth.
"You'd rather be treated gently apparently," William said at the break of his kiss, but when he wanted to put his lips back to the sound of Belle's cry surprised the two.
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Sorry yes, again not feeling well so slow up 🙏